Looking at life

Leaders do now no more,
Then pay lip service to the law,
It's such a bore,
It tires me to the core,
So though I believed in times of yore,
And spent ages feeling sore,
Now bedsore,
None could my faith restore.

All these politicians to the fore,
In their soul a whore,
Telling lies galore,
Trying their point to score,
I now all them ignore,
As frauds just make me snore.

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If you live TV don't watch,
It need a license fee your life not blotch,
For the law we hold dear,
On this point is clear.
But the nasty BBC,
Does this point not see,
And as them a purchase failure bugs,
They employ collection thugs,
Who will non-buyers letters send,
Which into brutishness descend,
Saying between the lines,
"You dirty stinking rat,
We will bash you with our bat,
For you a license don't possess,
And this to our gravy train is stress,
For can't you see,
We are the BBC,
And we our stars must fortunes pay,
So they clever things on screen will say,
Plus our directors need a salary,
Which makes them feel exemplary,
While you with no license are a criminal,
A person really marginal,
And as you have not a license bought,
Our friendly judge in court,
You a thousand pounds will fine,
As only slime would do this crime,
Which does higher people at the BBC deprive,
Of their chance in life to thrive."

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When it comes to putting the "frighteners" on people
with threats of legal violence, the BBC make the Kray
twins look positively gentle and benign.

Deceive TV, deceive,
You must minds of truth relieve,
For surely they deserve,
Those who the rich would serve,
The right to daily stand,
In their favourite la-la land.
Then while they wealth for bosses earn,
They can hourly yearn,
For the hour the working day is past,
And they can at last,
Seek out that coloured screen,
Which gives dreary lives a sheen,
By ending days quite bland,
With visits to a la-la land.

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Superstition by David Ambrose,
Deserves some words of prose,
As critics they are right,
When they say the plot is tight,
And I as well agree,
With those who say "Whooooeeeee".

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Casinos logged on line,
In your own home the crime,
Numbers of apocalypse,
Six, six, six,
In your sitting room,
Will evil on you zoom,
So on your home a curse,
Which will with bad luck converse,
So it will surely be your state,
Satan's will your home will permeate.

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The lawyer thought himself so clever,
He changed his name to Trevor,
And almost stamped his foot,
When he his question put.

"Before you did the autopsy perform,
Did you follow form,
And check for a pusle,
Which might your knife repulse?"

The witness he said "No."

"Did you check for blood pressure,
So you could of death be sure?"

The witness he said "No."

"Did you," the lawyer asked,
As in his cleverness he basked.
"Ensure there was no breathing,
Which might to life give meaning?"

The witness he said "No."

The lawyer then continued,
As he his point persued.
"The patient might then have been alive,
Until your scalpel did him of that deprive?"

The doctor he said "No."

The lawyer then the doctor took to task,
When he did ask.
"How can you be sure?
For does a doctor never make,
A mistake?
How did you ensure,
Your decision was mature?"

"His brain," the doctor said,
Getting in his face a little red,
"Was in a bottle on my table,
And so I to decide was able."

"That," the lawyer said, "maybe so,
But I into this would further go,
And say that life perhaps was feasible,"
Then pausing for for a moment,
To ensure his message was to the jury sent.
"Was it not just possible,
The patient was alive,
And you at a wrong decision did arrive?"

To the bait the doctor rose,
Saying; "I suppose,
That if you this way would go,
It might just be so.
The patient might have been alive,
And I at a wrong conclusion did arrive.
For life in a bottle,
Any brain would throttle.
And as it would the patient bore,
He possibly that day,
Was alive, as you say,
Practicing I'm sure the law."

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This, by all accounts, is a versification of
a true story. However, I am unable to give you
a reference for it.

A casino,
Don't you know,
Is Satan's place,
Towards which the selfish race,
For of themselves they only think,
And so of greed they stink.
Yet even on my site,
Casinos think it's right,
Themselves to advertise,
Satan, does he all them egotise?

But of their souls this photograph,
Deserves a Homer Simpson kind of belly-laugh.

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If you to a casino,
Go,
Satan's wheel,
Will your money steal.
For if you all the numbers add,
They produce a number bad,
One which everybody tricks,
Six-Six-Six.

This wheel always spins,
And the nihilistic zero,
Ensures all Satan's way will go,
And so no one ever wins,
Yet in truth's face casinos fly,
By telling lie, after lie, after lie.
For in a casino, Satan's home,
Evil every mind does own.

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Surely everybody knows,
Order out of chaos grows,
Structure does appear,
As it does order to more order steer,
But then order must itself exceed,
After which there'll be a need,
To more order simply spurn,
So all to chaos can return.

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To the invasion story know,
It is the book to read 'Fiasco',
For the situation in Iraq,
Now so very black,
Has its own story,
And this book's a history.

Your heart will surely break,
As o'er events you rake,
And as Thomas E. Ricks,
O'er the pieces picks,
You will double takes be taking,
As you watch history in the making,
And see how the Fourth Infantry Division,
Iraqis treated with derision,
And how although some Yanks were wise,
And sense in plans did prize,
They were by Bremmer pushed aside,
So he could in himself take pride.
But Paul Bremmer, so full of bluster,
Became America's new General Custer,
Who sense just pushed aside,
As he could not it abide.

Finally, the way the government their shots did play,
Psychologists will surely in the future say,
This book, the words inside,
A story tell of suicide.

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This is a very worthwhile book but one of the thing that did strike me is the fact that in the future history might look on Colin Powell as a bigger patsy than Lee Harvey Oswald. He was a soldier who venerated his politican system and therefore his president, but he got told a number of lies and was then pushed forward to do his superior's dirty work for them. Probably because the politicians thought that if things went wrong, the man who had sat in front of the television cameras and told the lies was more likely to get the blame than the people who invented the lies.

The moral of this story being: Never trust a politician.

Why The EU Can't Survive,

A personal view.

The main reason I believe the EU will be unable to survive is because it is very badly constructed. In fact, it is so badly constructed that as soon as any disturbing winds begin to blow, its major systems are likely to begin short-circuiting and then, most likely, completely freeze up.

For example, in Australia, every person in the country is familiar with what is happening in Canberra, the seat of their federal government. Each state may have its own government but whenever an Australian picks up a newspaper or switches on a television, the main apolitical news always concerns what's s happening in Canberra. State affairs are usually relegated to secondary news items which although perhaps important to people living in that state are, in Australia wide terms, mostly insignificant.

In America, the same situation exists. Every state has its own legislature, but Americans are mostly concerned with what is happening in Washington. They want to know what the President is doing and what decisions are being made in Congress and the House of Representatives. Again, like in Australia, state affairs are interesting to individuals living in that particular state, but are, even to these individuals, always of secondary importance.

In Europe however, the situation is completely reversed. Most people in the European conglomerate are well informed about what's happening in their own country, but they are also almost completely ignorant about what's happening in Brussels, the seat of their government and where almost all their laws are made. Who in Brussels is making the most important decisions? What are the plans presently being developed in Brussels?

Who in Great Britain knows?

In fact, in Great Britain's case, hardly anybody knows anything about the Brussels' bureaucracy and strangely, most MEP's in Brussels don't know either because they are normally just presented with a completed plan and asked for a simple yes or no vote. This whole situation is almost like a plot from a futuristic science fiction novel where, in the hidden recesses of some building in Brussels, all major decisions are made by Euro-Mysterons, a species of being nobody has encountered before. Then the people's elected representatives, after being given a very short time to study the new plans, are obliged to simply say yes or no. If they decline to pass the legislation it's not really a problem to the Euro-Mysterons because they will simply reword their original plan and represent it for a decision. Often, the wording of these laws is so convoluted and arcane, MEP's are unable to understand them and are then forced into a situation where they have to be unpleasantly stubborn and obstreperous or, with their future careers in mind, willing to meekly press the YES button.

The famous and very readable book 'The Great Deception' by Christopher Booker and Richard North does a lot to expose the truth about our EU government and is one book which shouldn't be missed by anyone.

But there is, however, another most interesting book on the EU by Robert Kagan. Called 'Paradise and Power' this book traces the changes in the world's power structure after the war and the author also clearly demonstrates the fact that although the bigger countries of Europe liked pushing their weight around in the early part of the twentieth century, in the late forties, fifties and sixties these same countries began to realise that they simply couldn't compete with the posturings of America and Russia. In consequence, they felt obliged to change their tactics.

Sigmund Freud said that it was women who suffered from penis envy but the truth is that it is men who suffer from penis envy. Men are very conscious of the size of their penis and in true Monty Python fashion, they have an automatic tendency to look down on those with smaller penises while at the same time feel obliged to look up to those with larger members. This means that as the individual European countries watched America and Russia, the two big penises of the time, square up to each other and threaten war, often on European soil, they felt an overwhelming need to band together so they could develop economic might and from that, military might. European men wanted to possess penises which were as big as those possessed by the Americans and Russians. They wanted to be able to push their weight around as well and so the EU, which in many ways is a secretive masculine entity, was born.

At first things progressed smoothly but then in the nineties the Soviet Union collapsed and that left America as the only big penis on the planet. But instead of curtailing its activities America became obsessed with developing an even bigger penis and so spent billions of dollars on increasing its military muscle. It was, if you'll forgive the expression, the only dick in town but it still wanted to be bigger.

Sadly, our European leaders, the Euro-Mysterons, seem to have forgotten that a penis contains no brain cells and so they continued to try and construct a union which could compete with America in big things like passenger planes, fighters and tanks. But to continue developing a penis which could match the Americans for size, they found it necessary to become secretive and manipulative and so now there are few who understand the true nature of our convoluted European Union. It's mostly a mystery, even to those on the inside. But the aims are still the same as they have always been; to have a penis which is as big or bigger than anyone else's.

So, what are those of us who are against the EU to do?

I think the first thing we've got to realise is that our biggest problem at present is best described as: Bigus Dickus Americanus. While America, with its gigantic penis, strides across the globe pushing its weight about in an 'as and when it pleases' manner, European men who suffer from penis envy will feel obliged to try to find ways of developing a power base which will equal the American's. Consequently, the best thing perhaps is to get a penis shrinker which we can use on the Americans. Maybe we can demand that the U.S.A. be subdivided into fifty different independent countries; each with its own democratically elected government which is responsible for its own currency and its own military. After all, would it not be better to have a number of small wars rather than a gigantic nuclear one which wipes out the entire human race?